Resume Dancing

[shanmonster]

Yesterday I tried out partner dancing for the first time. Ok, maybe not for the first time, as I had a ten-minute merengue lesson with a Cuban hottie about six years ago. This time, I tried out Argentinian tango and West Coast swing. I found the movement styles very interesting--more like horseback riding or Wing Chun sticky hands than like any other dancing I've done. Both styles relied on pressure cues from my partner, and once I figured out what those cues were, I progressed very quickly. I think I'm more partial to the swing dance than the tango. I didn't get to try lindy hop, but I may get that opportunity yet.

After taking those dance classes (and teaching my own quick and dirty belly dance class), I went for a walk in the park with f00dave with my camera in hand. Unfortunately, although I saw many things I wanted to photograph, the light was very flat, and the shots don't pop the way I want them to. Still, I did get some practice in composition, and got to laugh at ducks sliding around on ice and marvelled at the destroyed computer sitting in a snowbank.

Today I'm working on my dance résumé. I have a couple of potential dance jobs coming up, and if I get them, maybe, just maybe, I'll be able to save up for a better camera.

Links? Sure.

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Russian 'bird-boy' discovered in aviary: "Russian care workers have rescued a seven-year-old 'bird-boy' who can communicate only by 'chirping' after his mother raised him in a virtual aviary." They lie. He also shakes his feathers.

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Cougar Page: Kitties! The cutest frigging mountain lions, ever.

Mysteries of Radio: Number stations. What is the purpose of these bizarre broadcasts? I don't know, but I'm looking for my tinfoil hat....

Students exchanged nude cell phone photos: Little kids, actually. It's the high-tech version of playing doctor.

Fit By Jen: Jen was morbidly obese. Then she got control of her eating and exercise habits, and now she's a personal trainer, and pretty darned inspirational!

Alcoholic parents force children to suckle dogs: No mention if any of these kids ever went on to start their own Roman empires.

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Comments

[twopiearr.livejournal.com]

Tin foil hats actually make it *easier* for them to get to you.

MIT students proved it (http://people.csail.mit.edu/rahimi/helmet/).

[ltmurnau.livejournal.com]

I'm pretty sure the number stations are code groups transmitted to secret agents overseas. What are they saying? Who can tell?

[niteshad.livejournal.com]

The most prevalent theory I've heard for the numbers stations is that they are encrypted commands issued to clandestine agents overseas. Shortwave broadcasts are the very difficult to jam, and they are capable of traveling around the world. The very fact that many of these stations shut down at the end of the cold war should be a tip off as to their nature.